Tuesday, March 4, 2014

When Night Falls

Sometimes at night when the house is so quiet and still, I can't bring myself to go to bed. At the moment there are little patters and thuds of snow hitting the roof. I'm just sitting here all curled up in a wool blanket with a cup of Lady Grey tea, intrigued by the storm. I know it's odd that I relish in the fact that snow falling is the loudest noise in my household, but the silence is so sweet.